Lucky, Foolish Me
Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2025 2:09 pm
I don't get out much anymore. Unless I have a need to go somewhere, I stay home. It's comfortable here and I like it.
This afternoon, I got in my car and drove to the package store to buy a box of pinot grigio. I opened my wallet and the only credit card I own wasn't where it should be. So, I checked in every place it shouldn't be and, yup, it wasn't there either. It was gone. I paid for the wine with cash, then I panicked.
I can't lose that card. I pay for EVERYTHING with that thing. I earn points and pay the balance in full every month and always have. I truly panicked; it's the only card I own. But, I'm lucky because I don't get out much anymore. I checked my credit card activity online and the last time I used it locally was Tuesday -- at two places. The second one was a gas station. So, I went there and asked the owner if anyone had turned one in. He asked my name, opened a drawer, looked at two cards, and handed me mine. Whew! The panic attack was officially over and I thanked him very, very much.
I found myself at a counter in a gas station that I very rarely enter where someone did the right thing a couple of days ago that helped a stranger who foolishly left his credit card in a gas pump. I felt lucky.
I bought a Powerball ticket.
This afternoon, I got in my car and drove to the package store to buy a box of pinot grigio. I opened my wallet and the only credit card I own wasn't where it should be. So, I checked in every place it shouldn't be and, yup, it wasn't there either. It was gone. I paid for the wine with cash, then I panicked.
I can't lose that card. I pay for EVERYTHING with that thing. I earn points and pay the balance in full every month and always have. I truly panicked; it's the only card I own. But, I'm lucky because I don't get out much anymore. I checked my credit card activity online and the last time I used it locally was Tuesday -- at two places. The second one was a gas station. So, I went there and asked the owner if anyone had turned one in. He asked my name, opened a drawer, looked at two cards, and handed me mine. Whew! The panic attack was officially over and I thanked him very, very much.
I found myself at a counter in a gas station that I very rarely enter where someone did the right thing a couple of days ago that helped a stranger who foolishly left his credit card in a gas pump. I felt lucky.
I bought a Powerball ticket.